Month: February 2018

When we were ushered to the room we were to be sharing, to Kat’s delight it has a huge four poster bed with curtains, something she seemed to think was the height of opulence. I just thought, Oh, my god! does this woman never cease, we are on the verge of embarking on a dangerous mission and all she can think about is the size and comfort of the bed. But then, maybe its her way of distracting herself from the obvious build up of tension as we get closer to achieving our goal.

At the moment it is something of a waiting game, the bidders are supposedly arriving in the morning. Until they are assigned their rooms, and settled in on the second floor, We can’t send in the signal about Palenkov’s supposed escape.

After breakfast, I’ll see if I can’t talk Schultz in to showing me where the Warheads are stored, I’m pretty certain I already know but its nice to know for certain, it will all save time.

For the moment all we can do is lounge around in our room killing time, hopefully they will soon feed us, but until then we are playing the waiting game, it’s such a drag, waiting for something to happen.

We couldn’t discuss the mission in any way, Schultz might have the room bugged, in his place, I most certainly would. So, all we could do was make small talk, about us, the couple that didn’t exist outside of these four walls.

Kat was in her element discussing imaginary friends love lives, why so and so should never wear that colour, and such and such should stop wearing her skirts so short, it always attracted the wrong type of man, and on and on and on. One thing for sure if we were being monitored, they would have earache big style by now.

I was furious with Mary, but even angrier with her so-called friends who had convinced her of this course. If anything should happen to Mary, I will have the pack of them hung, or worse still seek recompense in my own way, which will be most severe.

We soon arrived at Granny’s she was sprawled in a chair in a stupor, stinking of gin. Mary lay on the bed, blood spilling from between her thighs. I took out a bottle of surgical spirits and told Cathy Eddowes to rinse her hands in it, she had bought Mary to this sorry state, she could help save her.

I gave her clean cloths and told her to clean off as much of the blood as she could. She was not making much headway as the blood was still pulsing out. there was only one solution that I could think of and that was to insert a plug to soak up the blood and seal the wound.

My only concern was that the wound might be infected, if she contracted sepsis, I doubted that even my skill could save her life. I explained to Cathy what must be done to save Mary’s life. I passed her the clean bandages and instructed her to force then as tightly as she could in to the wound until it was securely plugged.

I told her not to concern herself about hurting Mary, she was beyond pain, just concentrate on plugging the wound and stopping the flow of blood. Then I turned on Granny, I shook her awake and told her angrily,’ If she dies as a result of your drunken fumbling, I’ll see you hung from a gibbet on Ludgate Hill, you stupid sot, you had best retire and consider what you have done.’ It took me all my time not to strike her down, I was absolutely furious with her, for the damage she had caused. Thanks to her, Mary’s life was in Jeopardy and mine had once again been turned upside down.

Indra Lal Roy was born in Calcutta, India, Where his father was a barrister and Director of Public Prosecutions. Indra was sent to England to further his education. He was at St. Pauls School in Hammersmith when the First World War began.

He applied for service with the Royal Flying Corps, but was initially rejected with defective eyesight. Roy paid for a consultation with an eye specialist and as a result the decision was overturned. He joined the R.F.C. in July 1917, and was Posted to No.56 Sqn. in France at the end of October.

A week later he crashed his S.E.5a, and in consequence was sent back to England for further training. There he was categorised as unfit for further training, but he persisted and got this ruling cancelled.

He then returned to France, as a member of George McElroy’s flight in No.40 Sqn. Between the 6th and 19th of July he scored 10 victories, 4 and 1shared destroyed, 4 and 1 shared out of control. He was then subsequently shot down in a dogfight with Fokker D VIIs of Jasta 29.

This gallant young Airman, aged only 19, was posthumously awarded the Distinguished Flying Cross. He was and still is to my knowledge, India’s only fighter ace, a title he has held for over a hundred years.

I was woken on what I took to be my fourth day alone and imprisoned, by a persistant tapping, once again I thought I was delirious and imagining things in my head. It took me a moment or two to get my wits together, then I realised that the tapping was coming from the other side of the wall that was imprisoning me.

Rescue now suddenly seemed a possibility, I picked up a piece of rock and began tapping on the wall trying my utmost to tap between their taps so they would realise I was in here and alive. They were answering me tap for tap, they knew I was in here.

You cannot possibly imagine the euphoria I felt. I was soon to be freed, then another thought struck me, How do i explain the condition of Imre’s corpse and the fact that I alone survived. I got in to this situation, how can I possibly get out of it.

The Rescue team took several hours to break through to where I was. The leader of the team examined Imre’s corpse and said the rats had obviously had a field day with his corpse and looking at the bites that I myself had sustained only helped to confirm the fact.

It was all well and good, but he seemed to be appraising me, did he know or even have suspicions of what I had done. Could he have guessed that I had murdered my friend so that I myself could survive, or was I just being paranoid.

I didn’t understand it, He was saying nothing, he was making no accusations, no judgements, then it dawned on me. In the years he had spent rescuing survivors, maybe he had seen much worse.

Schultz announced that we were cleared to go, and would we all please board the helicopter. As soon as we were all settled the pilot ascended, we were off on this, the final leg of our journey.

It came as something of a surprise when we reached the Hunting Lodge, I had been expecting something along the lines of a large chalet, but it was anything but. it looked like a throwback to the Austro – Hungarian Empire, this Hunting Lodge was built like a small castle.

I could see now why it had been chosen for the Auction, It had just the right amount of austerity to impress our bidders, that old bourgeois charm. And it was quite remote. We knew now that we would have no concern over our quarters, the place just oozed comfort and olde-worlde charm. I image it still had its original interior with a few modern refinements, like showers and additional security features, cameras in the grounds, that type of thing. I had to take my hat off to Schultz, he could certainly pick his places.

We entered by the front doors and Kat said, ‘Wow! its like visiting a stately home, I wonder if we’ve got a four-poster bed?’ ‘Don’t you ever think of anything else?’ I said not wishing to discourage her. ‘Well, yes I like to sleep, but I sleep better after,’ she lingered on the after, I got the point, I sometimes act vague, but I’m far from stupid, I got the message, loud and clear. to all intents it looked like it was going to be another rough night, did she never sleep.

I don’t know where to turn, I’m with child, Jack’s child, If I tell him will he turn me away or offer to marry me, I can’t do that to him. I might be a whore, but I’m an honest whore, I can’t and won’t abuse him. I’ve spoken to the girls, they know an old granny that helps out the girls when they have problems like this. Cathy is going to take me to see her tomorrow, I’ll get rid of it without Jack knowing.

I was working at the Infirmary, when Cathy Eddowes came bustling in, in a somewhat agitated state, ‘You must come at once, Doctor, It’s Mary, she’s in bad trouble.’ ‘What do you mean, bad trouble, I need to know more than that,’ was my answer.

‘She’s haemorrhaging, she’s losing lots of blood, looks like she’s dyin’ she does!’ ‘Where is she? take me to her at once!’ I ordered grabbing my Doctors bag and putting in some extra bandages, ‘Come woman, Take me to her.’

AS we walked to where Mary lay, in peril of her life, the story came out. Mary unbeknown to me, was carrying my child, hence the recent strangeness toward me. Damn the woman, why didn’t she tell me, we could have talked it through, I might have offered to marry her to stop our child being born a bastard. But no! she had listened to her so-called friends and they had taken her to Granny Hawkins, a back street abortionist, an amateur at best, a drunken fool at worst.

The next part filled me with revulsion, but it had to be done. I bit into Imre’s neck and tore off a chunk of flesh which I tried to chew. I found this difficult to do, but if I were to survive I had too. I chewed and swallowed, then sucked and drank some of Imre’s blood, it tasted a little salty and metallic, but it was sustenance and that was all that mattered at that time.

After my meal, if you can call a deliberate act of cannibalism that, I fell into a stupor and dozed off to sleep. I woke soon after, retching uncontrollably, I think that the raw meat had disagreed with my stomach. I resolved next time to chew it more and try to digest it properly.

Eventually I managed to get some fitful sleep, Interspersed with the images of my Childhood, Vampires, Werewolves and the like, not ideal dream material considering my circumstances.

As far as I can recall, this situation continued for three days, The tearing off of bite sized chunks of flesh, the deliberate chewing and the slow digestion followed by the drinking of blood. It became almost a ritual, but if I were to survive, a very necessary one.

In my sleep, I had been bitten quite badly by the rats, there were many of them underground. They would avoid a group of men, but one dead man and the other delirious was fair game to them. I spent most of the time delirious, sliding in and out of consciousness, I was weak from lack of real sustenance and the cold damp atmosphere and perpetual darkness were not helping.

Even when I was awake and reasonably lucid, all my thoughts were focused on the solid wall of rock that marked the boundary of my prison. I hated that wall with an intensity I would find hard to explain. I think that to keep sane I had to focus, so I focused all of my hatred on the solid wall of rock.

A moment or two later Mayhew joined us, apparently, we were to be driven to the airport. I had no idea where we were going, but Kat whispered that she had a tail on us, which was a little re-assuring.

We drove what I imagined to be South for about 45 minutes, then pulled off the road and down a driveway. The driveway opened out in to a small landing field, sat on the field awaiting our arrival was a small passenger jet plane.

It looked like a company plane or something similar, Mayhew had probably conned or blackmailed someone for the use of it. The transit ground to a halt beside it, and Mayhew said, ‘Everybody out, our transport awaits!’ Mayhew just loves to make everything a big deal.

We vacated the Transit with our luggage and boarded the Aircraft, once we were all settled and belted in, the pilot started to taxi down the runway ready for take off. we took off without a hitch and headed, I presume towards Germany, If the information I had gleaned from Schultz correct, he may have been lying to me.

It didn’t seem long at all before the plane was starting its landing procedure. The landing strip was very similar to the one we had left from in England, small, private and seclude. I suppose its understandable knowing that Schultz is high on everyone’s wanted list, and not just for his charm and good looks.

The Helicopter was waiting for us to board, Schultz was chatting to the pilot, no doubt last minute instructions. The timing is faultless, I don’t know if its Schultz or Mayhew but the planning is pure perfection.

Now I’ve gone and done it. I’ve seduced Jack and he loved it, I know he’ll be back for more! He was a little wary at first, but he soon got the idea. He surprised me, he is actually quite an ardent lover, the first time was over a little too soon for me. But I soon had him perked up and ready for another try. The second time was wonderful and it just got better. Not only have I a roof over my head and a warm bed, but I have a lover who fills it and knows how to pleasure a girl like me. He makes me happy!

Making love to Mary was a revelation, the perfect congress between man and woman. we made love as one, not two people, so in tune were our movements. I don’t believe I will find that perfection in another, such pure perfection.

Needless to say, once we had shared a bed neither of us wished it to stop. I longed for Mary, and by the affection she bestowed on me, she felt the same. The Mc Ginty’s had returned, but be damned to them, it was my house and I would make love to Mary whenever it suited me, and Mary of course.

As thing’s turned out, It was never a problem, The Mc Ginty’s obviously knew, but thought it easier to turn a blind eye, which made life so much simpler for all of us.

Mary and I didn’t share a bed every night, but it was usually several nights a week, my life had never seemed better. We had been sharing a bed for about four months, when things began to change between Mary and myself. I had no idea what, if anything, I had done to offend her, but I sensed that something had changed between us and it worried me.

(C) Damian Grange 2018

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Hello everyone, I’m Malcolm Marsh or Malkie which I prefer a 74yrs old aspiring author from Nottingham. England. I have been writing for pleasure for many years and now I would like to pass on some of that pleasure to others. I write various styles under several pseudonyms. In my earlier years I was a musician and music still plays a major part in my life, I have a varied and eclectic taste, I often write with musical backing I find it stimulates my creative parts